Xie Musheer fainted, and Yang Xiaohai had no idea. For a long time, Yang Xiaohai has devised countless ways to kill and torture him, but when it came time to implement it, he couldn't do it.

In the past, the experience of killing the infected was the result of being forced to resist in desperation. Now it's a living person! Growing up in a peaceful environment and living in peace for 20 years is not something that can be killed. Yang Xiaohai hesitated, even though this person had killed him. Leave him alone? No way!

"Let's talk about restricting movement first!"

After thinking about it again, Yang Xiaohai raised his legs high and stomped hard. Hearing only two muffled "clicks", Shemchel's legs snapped from his ankles. With Yang Xiaohai's strength at this time, it is not a problem to open the stele and crack the stone, let alone the human bones?

With a scream, Shemshel gasped and sat up straight. The blue pupils were dilated and chaotic, staring straight ahead. Yang Xiaohai was startled, and raised his claws reflexively, Xie Muxier didn't make any movement, just sat up, and fell down softly. He had just woken up in pain, and then he was overwhelmed by more intense pain.

Yang Xiaohai approached Xie Muschel, he wanted to see if this thing was really faint or fake. Looking at his long eyelashes, his face was still handsome even if it was stained with sweat and mud.

"People are so different! How did this thing grow? ”

Although they are enemies, Yang Xiaohai is still very envious of the other party's appearance. Shemuschel's eyelids twitched in a coma. "Awake?" Yang Xiaohai speculated. Attracted by Xie Mushel's facial expression, Yang Xiaohai moved closer to get a better observation.

Behind Yang Xiaohai, there was a deep footprint that I didn't know who stepped on. There was some water in the footprints. When Shemsher fell, his right hand landed right in the puddle.

Soaked in muddy water, the palm of the hand looms. When Yang Xiaohai and Xie Mushel's heads were only half a meter apart, the right hand immersed in the small puddle was like a strange snake, with a series of water droplets, spitting cold light, and stabbing at the back of Yang Xiaohai's head like lightning!

"Ding!"

The alloy steel dagger was pinched by two black fingernails, and no matter how much it trembled, it was difficult to get an inch.

"Ding!"

There was another crisp sound, and the military dagger was broken alive by two fingernails! The red pupils met the blue eyes, and Yang Xiaohai's anger that had nowhere to vent was detonated!

There was a short "whoa", accompanied by the sound of the defeated being torn, and an arm with a broken blade was separated from Semushel. Before the severed arm fell, the other arm holding the grenade was pulled off.

No matter how strong Xie Muschel's nerves were, he couldn't endure this series of inhuman tortures. The two arms were torn apart, like a big fish out of water, fluttering left and right in the mud.

Hearing Xie Muschel's unsuppressed screams in his ears, Yang Xiaohai's heart was extremely chaotic. The great revenge was avenged, and he should have been happy to take revenge, but the taste of revenge was not as heroic as he imagined. On the contrary, Yang Xiaohai is still a little unexplained and lost.

Yang Xiaohai stood aside and let Xie Musher scream and wail. After a while, the voice faded. Soon he lay motionless in the damp mud.

Staring at the motionless lump of meat, Yang Xiaohai had mixed feelings. He straddled Semuchel. Looking down at the face that was as pale as paper, but even more handsome. At this time, Xie Musheer seemed to be tired, he no longer fluttered, nor screamed, but calmly looked at Yang Xiaohai.

Shemchel's eyes gradually closed, and gradually lost their brilliance. At the moment when he was about to close his eyes, Shemuschel's eyes suddenly widened, and there was a sound in his throat. With all his strength, he roared, "Yang Xiaohai, you look like a gentleman now." Congratulations, it's finally me, hahahaha......"

The spitting blood foam blocked the rest of the words, but that didn't matter anymore. Yang Xiaohai stared at Xie Musheer intently. Looking at this man who took away his first love and even his life, he laughed wildly and swallowed his breath. Even when he died, he didn't close his eyes.

Xie Musheer lost his arms, broke his legs, and almost lost blood, so he died under Yang Xiaohai's gaze. Although he didn't feel pain, Yang Xiaohai felt a burst of emptiness.

He asked the dead blue eyes, "Is this the end?" Is this what revenge tastes like? Why don't I feel avenged? What am I going to do next? ”

When Yang Xiaohai lowered his head, Xie Muschel's eyes gradually changed. The blue slowly receded, and a layer of dead ash crept up the eyelids.

Gradually, the mutilated body, which had lost too much blood, twitched. When Xie Muschel's eyes were completely gray, Yang Xiaohai suddenly returned to his soul as if he had been in another world.

As soon as I wanted to make up for it, an irresistible force came from my back. In the air, his worn-out camouflage pants burst into flames. Almost at the same time, an earth-shattering roar came from behind him.

Yang Xiaohai wanted to turn back, but the force was so strong that he easily lifted Yang Xiaohai away and threw him out more than ten meters away. Yang Xiaohai, who turned into a rolling gourd, flipped at least seven or eight times before he stabilized his figure.

The bone of his right foot was inserted into the soil, and his left foot supported his body, Yang Xiaohai got up and saw that there was a sea of fire! There were still some sporadic flames flashing on his pants, but Yang Xiaohai didn't pay attention to it at all, he stood in place and opened his mouth in front of him in a daze.

It turned out to be Apache, who had been hit so hard before, and finally caught fire now. The whole fuselage is like a big dragonfly that is burning, and the flames are soaring. Occasionally, there was a crackling sound, as if the glass was being roasted.

Through the raging fire, Yang Xiaohai carefully distinguished. A large hole exploded in the back of the Apache's fuselage. The dare was that the plane's fuel tank was detonated.

"Helicopter gunships, whatever, they're worth millions!" Yang Xiaohai pulled out a piece of iron sheet from the outside of his thigh, threw it on the ground, and said distressedly.

It can only be said that Yang Xiaohai does not know the goods, and the price of an AH-64D Longbow "Apache" armed helicopter of the United States Company is at least more than 45 million, which is still a meter dollar!

Seeing the fire intensifying, a sense of crisis hit my heart. "Not good!" Suddenly realizing something, Yang Xiaohai threw off his legs and ran wildly in the opposite direction of "Apache".

In just a few steps, a hot bullet flew behind him! The bullet was out of order, and it was fired indiscriminately. There were a few of them, and they happened to hit Yang Xiaohai. With black nails, the claws that had blocked the bullets of the sand eagle fell to the ground with their arms attached. A small amount of black blood flowed from the wound on the severed arm.

Yang Xiaohai, who was hit, didn't pay attention to the injury at all. He also jumped into the distance with the momentum of the bullet. In just a few seconds, he ran a distance of nearly 100 meters. Maybe he felt that it was far enough, Yang Xiaohai was only a "falling goose flat sand style", and he lay on the ground.

As soon as he climbed down, there was an earth-shattering explosion behind him. The explosion centered on the "Apache", blowing up all the planes not far away, and the terrifying energy converged in the air, forming a small mushroom cloud. Immediately afterward, a shockwave visible to the naked eye quickly dispersed in all directions, and the explosion set off a violent wind.

It turned out that the explosion of the fuel tank caused a fire, and then the machine gun was activated, breaking one of Yang Xiaohai's arms. Then the "Sea Serpent" and "Hellfire" missiles were also detonated at the same time, and then the explosion detonated the fuel tanks of the remaining aircraft, which is why such a spectacular scene occurred.

Yang Xiaohai barely protected his face with his remaining right claw. The energy that was raging was slightly weakened, and he immediately got up, what Shemuschel, what airliner Wuzhi, it! Yang Xiaohai didn't look back, limped and ran away with his broken hand.

"Shelter", once Yang Xiaohai's home, is now open and spitting billowing black smoke into the sky. The originally smooth concrete floor is full of messes. The shriveled and mutilated remains of infected people can be seen everywhere.

Even so, the door in the hall leading to the second basement floor was pulled down entirely, and then trampled by countless pairs of rotten and stinky feet. From this point on, until the door with the screw handle, the steps of just a few dozen meters were densely packed with screaming "infected people".

In particular, the spiral handle was scratched and pulled by countless hands, and it creaked non-stop. Although it was staggering, it remained in its place and refused to leave.

"Brothers, hold on!"

Behind the iron gate, there were several terrified men. At such a moment, I still haven't seen Lao Lin's family.

Muradili was covered in wounds, but he was still commanding the crowd, using everything he could find to stop the trembling flange handles from turning.

Everyone knows that this door is the last barrier to life. The round flange handle was covered with ropes and iron rods.

Overhead, a dim electric lamp shone on the faces of despair and fear, distorting exceedingly.

"What do you meow with him? We are all going to see Allah, do you know? This is the will of Allah, and all people will die! Are you still delusional in resisting God? An untimely voice rang out from the rest of the crowd.

Just as Muradili was trying to calm the situation, another high-pitched shout rang out, followed by a "bang". Muradili fell limply.

"Maimaiti, are you crazy?" Someone questioned in horror.

"It's you guys who are crazy!" Mamaiti, who had called the door earlier, glared angrily, with a red rope wrapped around his forehead. The M17 in his hand waved with the words, as if intentionally or unintentionally, slashing over everyone's heads.

"Muradili is dead! How many bites did he get and didn't see it? You cowards! It is better to feed the 'infected' than to return to the arms of Allah! I, Maimaiti, despise you! ”

After that, Maimaiti reversed his wrist in full view of everyone, put the muzzle of the gun against his chin, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"